I was your brother's best friend. so after coming over all the time, your parents allowed me to stay in the guest room whenever I wanted.

this week, your brother and parents were out of town for one of your brothers lacrosse tournaments. I come over to the house and tell you that I'm staying the night just because.

that same night, there was a really bad storm. I guess you were up reading your books again because I woke up when I heard you knock on my door. "Holden," you whisper.

"y-yeah?" I mumble sleepily.

"The lights went out,"

"Okay?"

"So go fix it,"

"Why?"

"Because you're a man,"

"What? brae, are you serious,"

"Yes, Holden, I can't go to sleep unless you fix it,"

I sighed and got out of bed, not even noticing that I was only in my boxers. I walk over to the door and go downstairs. I turn the flashlight on my phone and open the door to the basement. I look back at you. "You coming?"